A Herd of Turtles

 

My dad used to use the expression, "We're off like a herd of turtles," which was a good description of my vacation last week. 

It was my first road-trip in 4 years - postponed from last month. The dear friends I visited I hadn't seen in 4 years, though because I've kept in touch it didn't feel like 4 years - and I hope never to have that long a hiatus again. Both destinations were in the deep woods of northern California. I did a lot of walking, and a lot of endless driving on those miles and miles and MILES of northern California two-lane highways that are completely unmarked ("Am I still on 99? Am I headed in the correct direction?" I had GPS maps but couldn't get Siri to work on my phone, despite coaching from the lovely young lady at Enterprise Rent-a-Car). And once you get into the gold country, a lot of those little mountain trails have no signs on them.

And I came home to find my computer wouldn't boot.

I spent a couple of days dozing, washing clothes, and getting groceries (and doing diagnostic phone-calls with Mr. Computer Guy). My cats are now following me from room to room. (They insisted the cat-sitter never fed them not once all week, but I have pictures to prove otherwise. The cats say those pictures were photoshopped).

It is good to be home.